25/47 "Eight o'clock already," she exclaimed. "I must get to work." She cleared the breakfast things from the table, and drawing up her chair and her workbox began painting the sets of Noah's ark animals she had whittled the day before. She worked steadily all the morning. By one she was bending over her table again. Her fingers--some of them lacerated by McTeague's teeth--flew, and the little pile of cheap toys in the basket at her elbow grew steadily. |